An instruction guide in narrative form.
I’d been horny all day, and couldn’t hide it. Well, maybe I could have, but I certainly didn’t want to. I wanted to feel his cock on my throbbing vulva, or his face in between my legs, or his cum on my face and tits, or all of the above. God, all of the above. I squirmed in the seat of my car as I drove home from work, as quickly as I dared without risking a speeding ticket. It didn’t help that he had been sending me hot texts throughout the day.
“I can’t wait to rip your clothes off you”
“I’m gonna fuck you until you scream and cum all over my cock”
“Go put your fingers in your pussy and tell me how wet you are. Make sure to get a picture ?”
Of course I obliged to that last one, and responded with the pic and the words “Fucking soaked.”